Let's Head Down to the Crawdad Hole!

How many people reading this today have gone fishing sometime in their lives? When I was a youngun growing up in Medford, Wisconsin, there was always a fishin hole within walkin distance. When I went fishin I had a favorite lure called a River Runt; I dont even know if they make it anymore. A feller always brought a few extras along cause Id always lose a few to snags n such. I also had some bigger crank baits that my grampa gave me and they were really neat lookin corn-traptions, sure to tantalize the taste buds of the most finicky fish! They did all kinds of crazy gyrations when you pulled em through the water. Some dove deep down to the bottom; others would skim the surface; and others wiggled back n forth just a temptin them ole fish. Sometimes just watchin that bait do its water acrobatics was more fun than the fishin itself. You just couldnt resist tryin em out.

But as cleverly made as them there big ole lures were, sometimes they only attracted the littlest, itty-bitty ol fish. Sometimes the fish were hardly biggern the bait! Then Id bring out my trusty ol River Runt n catch some bigger fish. But it always seemed that no matter what I did, the biggest ones always got away!

How many know that the ol devil, hes a fisherman too, ya see, and it dont matter to him how big of a lure he uses or even what kind, as long as he catches himself a mess a fish. Hes constantly tossin his lures of temptation right in front of our eyeballs, tryin ta get ...

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